Sometimes life just ain't as easy as we thought it would be.
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Together, we walk a tender path.
Along these frozen fields, -
Fog to mist to gentle rain,
my light is obscured by waters, -
I wonder if she wanders / through my fields, knocking petals / off aging roses. She loved me, / once, when the oaks were acorns, / my words
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Maybe, it was the cigarette,
my fascination with bad habits; -
Twixt the spark and feelings flame
is the moment when we can betray
